The winds are still
Trees, without leaves, are in stasis
Even the stream
Well, for sure, it is no longer in spate
Calmness
The sky is entirely grey
Mist, without drive, is ambient
Even the gulls
Apparently they too are in slow motion
Liveliness
The daffodils break through
Bright flushes of sunlight yellow
Even the partridge
Struts his stuff in the vicinity
Peacefulness
The energy to reflect
Space, in which to untangle
Even creative inspiration you see
Warms to the purity of the atmospherics
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